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Molly checked her clipboard. Bill adjusted his clown shoes. The target was a suburban backyard buzzing with feral toddlers hopped up on red punch. "Did you secure the grappling hook, Bill?" "Right here, chief. Though I still say rappelling down the bouncy castle is a tactical error." "It is a masterpiece and you know it. We strike at sundown." "And the getaway vehicle?" "The ice cream truck is idling out back. I bribed the driver with two jawbreakers and a shiny nickel." "Bold. What about security?" "A hyperactive golden retriever and a three-year-old named Brayden who bites." "I can handle a dog. The toddler is my kryptonite." "Just deploy the juice boxes, Bill. It is our only weakness." "Right. Juice boxes and naptime. We got this." "Remember, we only take the good loot. Leave the plastic megaphones and artisanal kale chips." "Got it. No organic snacks, strictly high-end Lego sets." "Precisely. Let us go relieve some spoiled brats of their capitalism." They crept toward the perimeter fence, two master criminals ready to commit grand larceny in the name of birthday joy.